_Bru._ Cassius, Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,[2857] I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself. Vexed I am Of late with passions of some difference, 40 Conceptions only proper to myself, Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviours;[2858] But let not therefore my good friends be grieved-- Among which number, Cassius, be you one-- Nor construe any further my neglect[2859] 45 Than that poor Brutus with himself at war Forgets the shows of love to other men. _Cas._ Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;[2860] By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations. 50 Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?[2861] _Bru._ No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself[2862][2863] But by reflection, by some other things.[2862][2864] _Cas._ 'Tis just:[2865] And it is very much lamented, Brutus, 55 That you have no such mirrors as will turn[2866] Your hidden worthiness into your eye, That you might see your shadow. I have heard[2867] Where many of the best respect in Rome, Except immortal Cæsar, speaking of Brutus, 60 And groaning underneath this age's yoke, Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes. _Bru._ Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,[2868] That you would have me seek into myself For that which is not in me? 65 _Cas._ Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:[2869] And since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I your glass Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of.[2870] 70 And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:[2871] Were I a common laugher, or did use[2872] To stale with ordinary oaths my love To every new protester; if you know That I do fawn on men and hug them hard, 75 And after scandal them; or if you know That I profess myself in banqueting[2873] To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [_Flourish and shout._ _Bru._ What means this shouting? I do fear, the people[2874] Choose Cæsar for their king.[2874] _Cas._ Ay, do you fear it? 80 Then must I think you would not have it so. _Bru._ I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well. But wherefore do you hold me here so long? What is it that you would impart to me? If it be aught toward the general good, 85 Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently,[2875] For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honour more than I fear death.